ome, by fair womanly
exertion, independent. I am directed to observe how amusing the _Figaro_
has been recently at our expense, hoping to obtain the suffrages of the
really thoughtless of our sex thereby. We are our own worst enemies and
well do you men know it. The frivolous are an immense host, and these
have reason to laugh at serious women who want to get a little justice
and teaching for their dependent sisters--not manly avocations, nor
masculine amusements. I go to the Wauxhall, my dear Emmy, not to help my
sex to unsex itself, but, I must repeat, to aid my poor sisters who want
to work, that, if left without the support of male kindred, they may
lead honourable, independent lives; to this end they must have certain
rights, and these, and no more, I advocate.

[Illustration: VARIETIES OF THE ENGLISH STOCK.

_The Parent Flower and two lovely Buds._]

[Illustration: COMPATRIOTS MEETING IN THE FRENCH EXHIBITION.

_Bar-maids in the English Department recognising a fellow-countryman._]

"You see, the old story is told over again. We beg a little
independence; and we are answered with ancient jests. You are quite as
unjust, and not so amusing or clever in your injustice in England. They
have not imitated the medical students in St. James's Hall at this
Wauxhall. We have seen no such monstrous spectacle as a host of young
men hooting and yelling at one poor, weak, foolish little woman in black
pantalettes. Truly, you must be as tired of the comic view of the
question as you are ashamed of your medical students. I know what the
highly-educated English ladies think on the subject. They detest the
orating, blustering, strangely-costumed advocates of woman's rights; but
don't fall into the common error of believing that they are not earnest
about many of the points we have been discussing here, in the midst of
this mocking race. Depend upon it, we are not foolish enough--fond as
you men are of crying 'foolish women!'--to unsex ourselves.

"The woman who wants to get into Parliament is, to my thinking, a
monster; and I would sentence her to stocking-mending for life. The
creature who appears before men in black pantalettes, and other
imitations of his dress, should be rigorously held clear of decent
houses, until she had learned how to dress herself modestly and
becomingly. The Missy who talked about eating her way to the bar, I
would doom to the perpetual duty of cooking chops for hungry lawyers'
clerks.

"But you w